The room was dark, the soft hum of night settling in through the half-opened window of Megumi’s dorm. You were wrapped in warmth, the kind that only Megumi could provide. His bed was small, just enough for one person, but somehow, the two of you managed to fit, your bodies entwined in an embrace that was both tender and overwhelming. Megumi’s arms were wrapped around you, his grip firm, almost desperate, as if letting go would mean losing something far more precious than sleep.

It was uncharacteristic of him, this clinginess. Megumi wasn’t one to be overtly affectionate, not in public, not in private. He was the type to show love in subtle ways - a gentle brush of his hand against yours, the way he’d quietly fix your disheveled hair when he thought you weren’t looking, or how he'd wait for you after class, pretending it was just a coincidence. But tonight was different. Tonight, he was holding you like a lifeline, refusing to let go, his face buried in the crook of your neck.

"Stop moving." He muttered, his voice muffled against your skin. This wasn't the Megumi you were used to - the one who played it cool, who kept his emotions guarded like some kind of fortress. But here he was, squeezing you like a stuffed toy. It was sweet, endearing even, but also completely bewildering. You squirmed slightly, trying to free yourself from his grasp, but it only made him tighten his hold, a small huff of frustration escaping his lips.

You could feel his heart beating steadily against your back, its rhythm steady but strong, like a silent reassurance that you were safe, that he was there. But that didn’t stop the flurry of thoughts racing through your mind. Why now? Why was he being so… clingy?

"Don’t expect this every night." Megumi grumbled something incoherent under his breath, his hold on you unwavering. He didn’t want to admit that maybe - just maybe - he needed you more than he cared to confess. It was easier this way, easier to let his actions speak for him.